1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="pas3IJAr9g"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/g-gallimaufry/">G : Gallimaufry</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/g-gallimaufry/embed/#?secret=pas3IJAr9g" width="600" height="338" title="“G : Gallimaufry” — PoohsDen" data-secret="pas3IJAr9g" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> “I am so bored and I just cannot understand why my parents won’t send me to the camp you are going to. I am already tired of sitting at home and looking at all those SAT books” sighed Riya to her best friend Nehal as she stared out of her window. The distant drone of the lawnmower and shrieks of kids at the neighbor’s pool blended in to the background as Nehal said her goodbyes. “Well then, have fun and I promise I will email regularly” Riya said before hanging up. It was shaping up to be a yet another boring summer.  She could understand why her parents insisted that she skip the usual fun-filled summer camp and concentrate on getting ready for her big year at school. She really could. But it didn’t help. A week into the holidays and she was angry, upset and frustrated already. Logging off the computer, Riya glanced at the clock. “Chai o’clock”, she muttered as she walked towards the kitchen. Making herself a cup of tea and grabbing a couple of biscuits, she wondered what to do till her parents arrived from work. “Another hour and half”. She was expected to help with […]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gtWF_UW1Iw/UuZ5xB__bFI/AAAAAAAAL7I/KA4LnykDi2w/s1600/G.jpg